This is a song about "How i m sad"

I get sad when u dont call

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Madder how many tears you cry i'll never say bye, i cant stand to see you sad

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Picture a place that they exist, together

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I spit what i feel and that's quite sad

No, not bombs over baghdad